cobalt an evening
conjure up
the mood troubling
giving rise to a finite
fog giving way
numbers of footsteps
permeating ambiguity
and uncertainty exploding identity
where evil exists
constantly seeking
often finding their
victims among the
shadows
just like an old time
movie
to Noir an ending
...cynical character at a bleak setting
and your poem's lines...suggestive of danger
and echo the classical trend...reflected
in Noir genre...Oh! Vivian...what a great
choice of the silhouetted figure!...it adds
to your exquisite poem.
Thank you for sharing your verse.
Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on June 1, 2014
wow,,VIVIAN,,,THIS ONE...IS WONDERFUL...KEEP GOING MY FRIEND...ANNA
Exciting thoughts and expressions within the confines of this "Noir" poem, Vivian. Although his back is to us, but the man under the streetlight undoubtedly has a cigarette in one hand and his other hand in his trench coat is wrapped around a snub-nosed .38. Noir, indeed.
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and your poem's lines...suggestive of danger
and echo the classical trend...reflected
in Noir genre...Oh! Vivian...what a great
choice of the silhouetted figure!...it adds
to your exquisite poem.
Thank you for sharing your verse.